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I’d like to start this off by saying, I am a very loyal subscriber to Darkness Prevails and love the cryptic tales that are frequently posted. The paranormal intrigues me greatly, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to experience one of these terrifying encounters. Call me crazy, but I sometimes even wish something frightening or paranormal would happen to me, just so I could feel the rush and mysteriousness that comes along with it. It’s just something I crave. However after what happened last night, yes, last night (May 5th, 2018), I’m not sure I ever want to step foot outside of the house again past midnight. Here is my experience.

It was almost midnight, and my friends and I were heading to Tim Horton’s after watching Blumhouse’s Truth or Dare. We’re all seventeen, and for my friends’ safety/privacy, let’s just call them: Nate, Danny, and Mike. Now, I won’t spoil anything, but it wasn’t exactly the greatest horror movie we’ve ever seen. In fact, the ending was so pathetic that we were laughing about it during the entire car ride to Tim’s.

After getting some food, hanging out and then dropping off Nate at his house, it was about 1:00 AM. Myself, Danny, and Mike were allowed out as long as we wanted because our parents were sleeping and I had my sister’s car. For the first hour or so, we drove around town stopping by a few of the elementary schools that we knew of in the area and climbed them. Yes, I know that’s considered trespassing and it’s kind of illegal, but it’s just a hobby that we picked up recently and we mean no harm at all. It’s just something that gives a rush of adrenaline, which I enjoy as I mentioned earlier.

The paranormal has always intrigued me as I’ve grown older; the thought of scary, abnormal beings secretly living in our world is just so cryptic, I love it. However, never did I think that I was going to be a victim of one of these supernatural events.

My name is Thomas and I’m seventeen years old as I’m writing this, turning eighteen in less than a month. This all started nearly eight months ago, in April. I was out late driving with two of my friends, Michael and Darrin, after we had just seen a horror movie at the cinema. By the time the film had ended, it was past midnight and we were simply driving around aimlessly.

After stopping at a Tim Horton’s for a quick snack, we had the idea of sneaking around and exploring some abandoned buildings in the area. All three of us sort of have a knack for that kind of stuff. It was a warm Spring night and the moon was glowing very bright, drumming up the perfect atmosphere for this occasion.

I always love going to creepy or spooky places as both part of getting a thrill and testing my mettle. A foolish dare in the state of New York made me regret it. I was taking a vacation with a few friends and wanted to try something new. After finding out how the gravity hills and crybaby bridges worked, we were disappointed by the natural explanations. I wanted to go to Fort Mifflin and try to catch the Screaming Lady on audio. One of my friends was real set on going to New York and trying to stay all night in an abandoned house. His idea wasn’t smart or legal, but i figured it was better than nothing. When I asked him why bother, he told me that there was a story about a house that was guarded by sentinels. My 3 friends and I listened to him carefully as he spun a yarn about creepy black beings that guarded the house at night. My new friend, who had moved here from Slovakia, told us that there was no reason to mess with sentinels, but my friend’s mind was made up. I wished he had reconsidered when he had the chance.

The next day, I went to the house he had wanted to stay at and looked inside. We saw that the floor was solid, the roof was sturdy, there wasn’t much trash, and it had been untouched by vandalism. I told him the sentinels must’ve spruced it up. I meant it as a joke, but his glare told me to be serious. I went with it and told him that there was probably something about it that made people stay away. He said “It must be ghosts.” I thought it was probably police officers. Despite being psyched, my friend was a bit nervous, so my Slovakian friend, Marcola (Mar-co-la) and I decided to spend the night with him. In all honesty, I was probably more shaken up than he was. At 2 AM, Marcola woke me up and told me to look outside. I peeked outside and saw 4 figures standing silently in the backyard. They had my backs to me, so I don’t know if they were male or female. Marcola dragged me into the bathroom and played what he claimed was audio of the sentinels. It sounded like a combination of someone gargling and a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. When he told me he had a rendition that his mother had drawn of them, I told him that I sure as hell had NO desire to add a face to that sound if it was indeed a sentinel. He looked outside again and froze, then turned to me with his mouth in an “O” of shock. I could tell he was spooked and I looked outside and I can’t believe what I saw. Before I go on, let me say that it was dark, but there was a full moon and not a lot of trees, so I know what I saw.

There were 2 men and 2 women. That wasn’t weird. The weird thing was that, I could tell from the figures that the men were naked from the waist down, while the women were naked from the waist up. I looked at Marcola, who was just standing there, silent. I slapped him out of his stupor and told him what I saw. He confirmed that he had seen the same thing. I was about to tell him to leave now, when we heard a light tapping on the window in the den, which was right next to the bathroom. I was terrified, and Marcola was whimpering. I was afraid of what would happen if we didn’t leave the bathroom and afraid of what we would SEE if we did! We hid in the tub and continued to hear tapping for almost an hour. Finally, at 3:16, it ended. There was a BANG! sound on the front door, then silence. Marcola and I cautiously peeked out the window and saw nothing. We told my other 2 friends and they called us psycho. The other 2 spent individual nights in the house, alone. Bill came back the next day with a stain on his jeans. We all knew what it was, but refrained from teasing him. Jessica went there, then came back and clung to Marcola. I knew that I had seen something, Marcola had seen something, Bill had experienced something, and Jessica had experienced something. Somehow, my 4th friend, Jeff, had slept through whatever Marcola and I had been involved in.

What I spent my days doing when I was a kid, was exploring the territories around the village I lived in. We were located in probably one of the most remote areas of the country, and so the landscape beyond our houses was filled with all kinds of nature. This village was a pretty strong farm community, and sat just below the valley of a mountain, facing south.

I didn’t have many people, or things to spend time with at my house. I was always seen as one of the weirder kids in town because of this, which is why I have never built a stable relationship with people. I wasn’t exactly the type of person you would talk to. So since I didn’t have anything better to do with my life, when I got some time off during the day, I would walk to specific areas in the wildlife, and run around and play pretend.

Since I didn’t have many possessions, there wasn’t much to take with me to my walks except my imagination. Once I’ve found one of my playpens, I would do the basic stuff such as finding the biggest rock around, and imagining that I’m the king of it, and other rocks are foreign rulers who wish to challenge my power, things like that.

I live in a town in Scotland. It’s mostly urban but we do have a good amount of rural areas. This story happened when I was in primary school and I was 9 years old. I lived in a house very close to the rural areas of the town. The rural areas had loads of abadoned places as part of them and my friends and I would go to hang out at them.

It was summer break. Me and two of my friends (One which I will call T in this story and the other E to keep their names private) decided we would go and explore the old abadoned graveyard that loads of people would hang out at.

After getting food and drink from a shop we went down the long narrow road that led to the old grave. We past the farms and joked about the smell of cow manure coming from E and were making other dumb 9 year old jokes until we reached the graveyard.